Must Be the Place
In some ways I feel like I've been
living this summer inside of a bubble. It seems
strange not to be getting out for the long walks
that were common for me up until last winter.
I hope someday I can return to those, although
never ever to the evil manual treadmill
that I hold responsible for my current knee and
feet woes (they require more force so put extras
stress on your joints over the years)!
But I've been sitting outside when
I cana friend and I hung out by the lake
for a good two hours this past Saturday afternoon,
and each week Paddy and I've been hitting the
Tuesday evening performances by the Oakville
Several years before I moved to
Oakville I worked with a woman who lived here.
I can't remember exactly what she told me about
the place except that she spoke of it in glowing
terms. So much so that when Paddy and I decided
to leave Ireland for Canada (man, was I homesick!)
I was sure that Oakville was the place we should
ultimately head for. Since then we've both fallen
ever more in love with the town because of things
like the lovely lakefront parks, the picturesque
downtown streets, the jazz festival, the summer
wind orchestra times, and the GO Train system
(which makes it easy to get into Toronto whenever
So if you don't know Oakville
but happened to read about it in my new adult
See About Me, I swear I'm not just making
Oakville sound good, it truly is a terrific
place to live.
Anyway, the below photos of Oakville
were all taken yesterday but pretty much sum up
most of my summer (I've also seen a fair amount
of moviesanother sitting activitybut
the cinema is no place for taking pictures!).
Often we follow wind orchestra night
from one of a handful of places in the area. My
favourite flavours are pistachio (La
Dolce Vita on Lakeshore makes their with pistachios
from Sicily) and lemon vanilla custard, but last
night's chocolate orange was scrumptious, as was
Paddy's scoop of Ferrero Rocher.
Good evening, moon. I will miss
these long, balmy evenings with you.
Hanging out by the water's edge,
watching the boats go by...
and wondering precisely what the
not-so friendly ghost does. I'm guessing with
a title of 'not-so friendly' he or she is just
a little on the cranky side rather than being
a full-blown horror meaning there's probably nothing
Of course, in the run up to the
September first release of The
Sweetest Thing You Can Sing I've also been
doing things like looking at copy-edits and page
proofs. There'll be a blog tour shortly after
the release. I'll post details when I have them.
In the meantime Canadians can enter to win 1 of
5 copies (international giveaway to follow!).
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